Merry & Wild (The Wilds of Montana #0.5)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

JOY

H e’s trying to kill me; that’s all there is to it. He’s lapping at me like he’s starving and I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. My knees are trembling, and I know that I’m going to fall any second.

“You can’t expect me to be able to stand like this for long.” Is that my voice, all panting and thin and strained?

“You’ll stand there as long as I tell you to.” His voice is a growl, hard and full of lust.

Well, that was way hotter than I ever would have thought it would be.

His hands drift up my legs, and suddenly, he’s pushing a finger inside of me, and it’s all I can do not to fall over as I cry out. The orgasm is intense and all-encompassing, and suddenly, John has my hands and is guiding me back down to straddle his lap.

And right onto his very impressive dick.

The firelight licks over his face as I watch those dark eyes of his. I’m riding him, hard and fast, and his hands are planted on my hips to guide me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says, and I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

I can taste myself there, and it doesn’t disgust me. It turns me on more , if that’s even possible.

He’s lifting his hips, meeting me thrust for thrust until his eyes go glassy, and I know without a doubt that he’s going to come.

I reach behind me, cup his balls in my hand, and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge with an intensity that I know I’ll never forget.

“With me,” he says and covers my clit with his thumb, and that’s all it takes to send me over, right alongside him. “Hell yes, Joy.”

We’re a heap of sweaty bodies, gasping for air as the climax dissipates, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t make me do that again to show you just how not funny it is.”

I laugh again and then hug him tightly. “Not funny. Fun. Holy shit, sex with you is fun, John Wild.”

We spend the rest of the night taking naps in between John checking on things, and then coming back to make love to me again.

The storm hasn’t let up a bit, and the first signs of light are starting to come in through the windows.

“I have a gas stove,” John says as he pulls his jeans on but doesn’t button them up. He also doesn’t pull a shirt on, so he’s now standing in the kitchen, looking all rumpled and sexy. “I can make you some breakfast.”

“What do you have in the fridge?”

He winces, so I scoop his shirt up, pull it on, and join him in the kitchen to check it out for myself.

I open the fridge and bite my lip.

“How do you survive?”

“I eat breakfast at the bunkhouse a lot,” he admits. “Lucky is a hell of a cook.”

“Lucky?”

“My main ranch hand out there.”

“How many do you have?”

“Four right now,” John replies and pushes his hand through his already tousled hair. “More in the summer.”

“Well.” I turn back to the contents of the fridge and quickly make a plan. “You have bread and eggs. This bacon still looks decent.”

I open a drawer and nod.

“And you have butter. Do you have milk, by any chance?”

“I can run over to my parents’ and get some.”

“Do that, and I’ll make French toast and bacon.”

“Hey, that sounds really good.” He pauses to kiss me, tipping up my chin with his finger. “You’re handy to have around, Miss Joy.”

“Well, thank you, sir.” I laugh as he walks away, headed for the bedroom to get dressed. “Go fetch those things, and I’ll get started on this.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

By the time he returns, I have the cast-iron skillet heated and the bacon sizzling.

“Mom says hi,” John says as he sets the milk on the counter.

“You told her I was here?”

“She asked why I needed milk, and I told her. I’m a grown man, Joy. I’m not going to lie about what I’m doing out here.”

“Well, I don’t want you to lie. I just?—”

For the first time since I’ve been with him over the past twelve hours, his eyes go cold.

“You just don’t want anyone to know?”

“No! Of course, I don’t mind if people know. I guess I’m just surprised, that’s all. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“I like you,” he says and turns to stoke the fire. “I like you a lot. I plan to keep seeing you after this weekend, and that means you’ll probably run into my parents once in a while.”

“I like you, too.” I pour milk in with the eggs and the cinnamon I found in a cupboard and give it a whisk. “And I like your parents. They’re nice people.”

“Usually,” he agrees with a nod. But he’s still not smiling, so I leave the batter for the toast and walk out to the living room. John’s standing in front of the fire, and I wrap my arms around him from behind and rest my cheek on his back. “I didn’t mean to sound like a jerk.”

“You didn’t.” He turns around to hug me back and kisses the top of my head. “This is new, and it’s weird because although I’ve really only known you, in the biblical sense, for roughly twelve hours, it feels like it’s been years. ”

“I feel it, too,” I admit softly. “It is kind of weird, but it’s also really…great. I don’t remember the last time I felt this comfortable with someone. Maybe never. So please know that I was really just surprised and not upset that you mentioned me to your mom.”

“I understand,” he says and kisses me once more. “Now, when is breakfast ready? Because I’m starving. ”

“Give me fifteen minutes.”